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drip nation - lil freaky lyrics

[chorus]
dripset, we back the dough like bars over bed
check it in your bag, yeah these n-ggas p-ssy, jack cash
yeah, hop out, mac, yeah you f-g, trip
i got drip, what you payin’? down drain, you took our fam
hop down, how we comin’ back today?
i was trappin’ with bigger racks and bigger alley cats
i be smokin’ dope and pourin’ though, i just might have a heart attack
[?] work hard on the deck

[verse 1]
dripset, come with the cold and we ain’t never told sh-t
they just gave my partner ten and you know he roll it
you tote pistol, they be hotter than a f-ckin’ snow day
aimin’ at your head them bullets they hop off your shoulder
these n-ggas be b-tches dog, can’t wait ‘till they expose ‘em
these b-tches they f-ck for fame, dog you know we hoein’ ‘em
hit my homie on that flip and he gonna drop a load on ‘em
30’s on that clip, you know them b-tches get to blowin’ ya
young n-gga so cold, i don’t think he got a soul in him
they told me i was goin’ fail, but look now i’m showin’ up
[?] without no deal, i buy the foreign
your b-tch, she on a pill ‘cause that p-ssy borin’

- lil freaky lyrics

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